A Fine Art Project made up of 49 canvasses, each measuring 1 metre x 1 metre.

Scrutineer’s Investigation into Narrative

The Hogarthian Project: A mighty task, influenced initially by Hogarth’s satitrical engravings and his ‘Marriage A-la-Mode’ paintings.

‘Marriage A-la-Mode’ was the first of Hogarth’s satirical moralising series of engravings that took the upper echelons of society as its subject. The paintings were models from which the engravings would be made. The engravings reverse the compositions.

The story starts in the mansion of the Earl Squander who is arranging to marry his son to the daughter of a wealthy but mean city merchant. It ends with the murder of the son and the suicide of the daughter.

Marriage A-la-Mode: 1, The Marriage Settlement

Marriage A-la-Mode: 2, The Tête à TêteMarriage A-la-Mode: 3, The Inspection

Marriage A-la-Mode: 4, The Toilette

Marriage A-la-Mode: 5, The Bagnio

Marriage A-la-Mode: 6, The Lady’s Death

The project also nods at The Invasion of the Body Snatchers. All that rises, and all that sinks. Love – Hate

The Second Coming

William Butler Yeats: The Second Coming – an allegory to describe the atmosphere of Post-War Europe.

William Butler Yeats. Irish. 1865-1939

Turning and turning in the widening gyre
The falcon cannot hear the falconer;
Things fall apart; the centre cannot hold;
Mere anarchy is loosed upon the world,
The blood-dimmed tide is loosed, and everywhere
The ceremony of innocence is drowned;
The best lack all conviction, while the worst
Are full of passionate intensity.

Surely some revelation is at hand;
Surely the Second Coming is at hand.
The Second Coming! Hardly are those words out
When a vast image out of Spiritus Mundi
Troubles my sight: somewhere in sands of the desert
A shape with lion body and the head of a man,

A gaze blank and pitiless as the sun,
Is moving its slow thighs, while all about it
Reel shadows of the indignant desert birds.
The darkness drops again; but now I know
That twenty centuries of stony sleep
Were vexed to nightmare by a rocking cradle,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born?

Tags: Rachael Adams, Scrutineer's